The Black Forest

Monday was a very nice day. Matt Lynott from my old band the Truckee Brothers, his current band the White Buffalo and Sean Davenport from Hills Like Elephants came over to freak out with noise makers and noise capturers. Knowing this ahead of time, I wrote a song the day before so we would have something to play doctor with. Show me yours and I will show you mine...musically speaking that is.

No matter how many years I keep doing this, the mystery and magic of the creation of a song is still awe-inspiring. I am the creator? Or am I the antenna? Both I think. As in everything, the answer is always "both".

Working with my talented friends was so fucking fun. I can say "fucking" on my own blog can't I? Yes. Fucking fun. We all met for coffee at noon, and by 9pm, including the trip to the Irish Pub, we were finished. Matt on all things drummy, Sean on all thing keyboardy, and myself juggling the rest, we finished a good song. This is why we started doing this in the first place. Way, way before the "doing it for a living" thing shadowed its way onto us. Making something from nothing. Conjurers from the long lost sect of making for making's sake. Hmmm....rambling...stop.

I thought about sharing the song, then I thought about not. Whenever I finish my album, I want at least some songs to not have been heard before the release. A surprise. Making the album not old already for before it comes out. Am I wrong on this? If so, please leave a comment as to why you think I should let it out early. Of course, having only probably 5 people actually reading this blog, I doubt if there will much of a influx of commentary...but 5 or 5000 is no matter, it is the connection that matters.

Exhausted now. It costs to create. I feel like I swam a mile. Mind swimming. I need a towel for my Cerebellum and sunglasses for my Basal Ganglia...